The Libertine of Anacortes

THE LIBERTINE OF ANACORTES - Chapter Three

Friedrich’s voice behind me startled me.

“How do you feel now; liberated?” he asked.

I started to turn to hand him his drink but he told me to stay still. He then stood close behind me.

“Friedrich, what are you doing?” I asked; his fingers had pinched hold of the Lycra drawstrings that held my bikini bottom on.

“Shhh!” he intoned softly. “Don’t spill the drinks.”

I intuitively knew what he had in mind. Maybe the champagne had loosened some of my inhibitions but; where I knew I should have said something to stop him, instead I held my breath and stood passively silent and still. There was a long, anxious moment in which I could feel Friedrich’s fingers slowly pull the bows loose from my hips. The light, smooth fabric slipped from between my legs and was pulled free.

“There you are; you’re now completely liberated.” Friedrich spoke in a soft, matter-of-fat tone of voice.

He then stepped around me to walk toward his seat. I watched as he tucked my bikini bottom into pocket with its top and then resumed his seat to look at me. I stood a short distance in front of him. My hands trembled so much I feared I’d drop both glasses to the deck; my face and ears felt incredibly flushed with the heat of intense embarrassment.

Friedrich leaned back and put his hands behind his head. “See, you really are very, very sexy, Ingrid. It’s a crime to keep that body hidden from everybody.”

I blushed more deeply and said nothing.

Friedrich removed his hands from behind his head and leaned forward in his seat. “Come here,” he said and signaled me with his finger to approach.

I took a step forward, stopped and held out Friedrich’s drink at arm’s-length. I turned my toes of one foot in and bent a knee a little in front of the other in an attempt to reclaim a modicum of modesty.

“Clo – ser,” he said; a sing-song lilt to his voice.

There was barely any distance at all between us. I inched forward until there was no more room to move.

“You have beautiful white skin, girl,” Friedrich said. “It’s so fair and it looks so soft. May I touch it?”

The polite, direct request came without warning and my stunned silence was taken as tacit approval.

“Relax, girl,” he said when I shied a little away from his touch to the skin on my hips. “It’s OK to be touched like this; there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

His fingers traced a light, feathery line from my hips up to my ribs and left a trail of goose bumps in their wake. As his touch on my skin moved back down it roamed an irregular path that I sensed would cause his fingers to converge between my thighs and close to my pussy. My body reacted with an involuntary shudder when his fingers reached the outer edges of my neatly trimmed pubic patch. The reflex response repelled the advance of his finger tips and sent them rising toward my breasts. I sucked in one tiny breath after the other with each creeping inch until I had no room for more.

Friedrich’s fingers stopped just short of the undersides of my breasts and made a detour around to my ribs. He flattened his warm hands against them and then gently rubbed down my sides until they were at my hips. Rather than stop there his hands slipped around and over the mounds of my butt cheeks. He let them linger there for a long, breathless moment and then stopped.

“You look very red in the face,” Friedrich said.

At first I thought his comment was about the blush I felt all over my face and neck. Instead; he asked if I had put on any sunscreen.

“No,” I mumbled.

“You really should have some on. Your skin is so fair it will surely burn on a day like today. Put those drinks down and I’ll go and get some for you.”

I stood aside so Friedrich could rise from his seat and then set down the drinks into their holders beside the seats.

Friedrich was below deck for a few minutes and while he was my mind was able to clear a little from the fog of confused thoughts that filled it. I questioned myself about the way I’d so readily allowed him to strip me and then to touch me as he did. The impact of the latter made me conscious of reality that I was no longer simply completely nude; I was naked. The semantic difference jolted me and a voice in my head warned me I should tell Friedrich not to touch me again. Another voice that spoke to my hedonistic desires competed to be heard above the voice of reason. I sat back in my seat and shivered at the sensations of the vinyl under my bare ass. A tingle of arousal forced me to demurely cross my legs and clasp my hands in my lap so that my nakedness would be at least partially shielded from view.

When Friedrich returned he told me to stand up again so he could rub cool, sweet-scented sunscreen on my face. He rubbed the slippery lotion all over my face and forehead and then asked me to turn around.

“Hold up your hair so I can do your neck,” he said.

The position of my hands forced me to stand very straight in a way that caused my bare breasts to thrust provocatively. I sighed softly both at the position he’d gotten me into and at the way his hands massaged my neck. Any tension I had in my neck was quickly rubbed away although it briefly returned when Friedrich asked me to lie down across the padded seats.

I climbed into position on my stomach, folded my arms under my head and then rested my slippery face on my forearms. The cool sensations of sunscreen dribbled from a height to various spots on my bare back followed. Friedrich’s hands again went to work. It was a soothing massage that soon had me completely relaxed and in a dreamy mood. He started at my shoulders and rubbed his way down to base of my spine. More sunscreen spilled onto my butt cheeks which he then massaged. Two final trails of sunscreen were then applied from my butt cheeks all the way down the back of my legs to my ankles. By the time Friedrich has massaged the lotion all the way to my ankles I was almost asleep. The drops of lotion he squirted onto the soles of my sensitive feet snapped my mood from the peaceful edge of slumber to an edgy precipice of perverse expectation.

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